Cautious (Sequel to Disastrous) (11 page)

“So what did you want to do after the theater?” He asked nonchalantly
as we strolled side by side into the building.

Here it goes. He was going to bring it up. I was sure of it.
Smiling, I leaned into him as I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Well, I was
thinking we could go back to your house and hang out.” I looked up at him with
a broad smile. “I was thinking I could sleep over?”

“Sounds good to me. Which movie did you want to see?” He nodded
toward the listings. I couldn’t help sulking slightly as I stared at the
selections. I was sure that his mood would have changed when I asked to sleep
over. He acted as if it didn’t faze him, which kind of upset me, so I chose the
most non-manly, non-grim, non-action movie possible.

After grabbing our snacks and popcorn, we entered an empty
theater. Marcus arched a brow at me. Okay, so I forced him to watch a chick
flick. “Popular movie, huh?”

“It’s been out for a while now. I heard it was good.” He shook
his head with a slight grin, as I followed him toward the back of the theater.
We sat in the middle of the back row. After adjusting in my seat, I turned to
face him. “I’m sorry for making you watch a chick flick. If you want, we can
see something else. I can come back and watch this with Megan some other time.”

He brought his hand up and cupped my face. “Babe, seriously, it’s
fine. Besides, we’re the only ones here. We could practically get away with
anything.” He wiggled his brow.

I tossed some popcorn at him. “Play nice.” I teased. He laughed
and leaned back in his chair. I did, in fact, feel bad for forcing him to watch
a romance movie.

We talked for a few minutes before the lights dimmed and the
previews started.

Marcus wasted no time as he lifted the arm of the chair between
us and scooted over. I followed his movement with my eyes.

His hand slowly rose up my skirt. He stopped midway as his
fingers gently traced circles on my inner thigh. My insides tightened. I knew I
was going to stop him, but as I nibbled on my bottom lip, I didn’t. I wanted to
test how far he would go. He stayed there gently stroking my inner thigh,
teasing me with his touch. It was as if he were clueless to what he was doing, as
if he didn’t know the effect that small movement had on me.

I sucked in a ragged breath, and his lips curled into a slight
smile. He focused on the screen as I watched him the entire time. His fingers
moved again; this time he went further up. I swallowed hard as his fingertips
played with the rim of my lace panties. My heart picked up its pace.

Pushing my panties aside, he rubbed his fingertips along my clit.
Leaning back on the chair, he turned his head and focused on me. Humor washed
from his face, and his eyes filled with desire, with want. I shut my eyes and
tossed my head back on the chair as he slid two fingers inside of me. My
insides were throbbing and yearning for him. I should have stopped him, but as
I caught his wrist, I found myself guiding him in and out of me.

His skillful fingers continued working me, his thumb rubbing over
my clit, as he leaned down and ran his tongue along my neck, towards my
earlobe, sucking it in. I turned my chin, catching his mouth, and his tongue
twirled, sucking along mine. My breathing became heavier as I became aroused.
It was as if he knew my body better than I did. His finger thrust and pounced
faster and harder into me. A moan escaped me as I gripped his shirt, digging my
nails into him, and bit on his bottom lip to keep from screaming as I released
all of the aching tension.

Sucking in air, my eyes flashed opened, and I stared at him. I
wanted him in so many ways. The past two weeks had been haunting. I needed him
inside me more than ever.

Unzipping his pants, with his hand coated in my wetness, he began
stroking himself. Breathing heavily, I looked around. We were still alone. I had
this instant adrenaline rush. I was turned on and nervous about the possibility
of getting caught.

His eyes were dark and I knew he was ready. Reaching over, he
pulled me in and on top of him. With my back pressed against his chest, I faced
the large screen. Gripping my hips, he slid himself into me. I gasped.

Oh my God. My entire body shuddered at how good he felt. A
burning and aching sensation shot through my core, and I wanted him deeper
inside me. I wanted to feel all of him.

My head fell back onto his shoulder. Slowly, he rotated his hips
as his fingers gripped onto my thighs. Matching him, I jerked my hips deep into
him. I tightened my walls around his thickness as I raised my hips and slammed
back down into him. “Fuck, Mia.” He groaned in my ear. My body was sweaty and coursing
with desire. I was on a high, and I didn’t want to come down. He felt so good
inside me. I felt him thick and hard with every movement of our hips. One of
his hands was gripping my breast, while the other rubbed along my sensitive
skin.

The sound of laughter caused me to stop. My eyes flashed open, and
I noticed two women walking in and taking a seat at the bottom row far from us.
My heart pounded against my chest. My eyes were still a blur from the high I
was on. Catching my breath, I tried to move away, but Marcus gripped my thighs,
digging his fingers into my flesh, and slammed me onto him again. The painful
pleasure of it caused me to cry out slightly, but Marcus wrapped his hand
around my mouth and pulled my head aside his.

“No.” He growled in my ear. Pulling my hips away slowly with his
free hand, he slammed me down against him again, that time harder. I began to
pant. “I’m going to take you here.” My head sank back into his shoulder in
defeat. “I don’t care who’s around. I’m going to finish this. Do you
understand?”

I nodded as he removed his hand from my mouth and cupped it
around my throat. I wet my lips and shut my eyes. At that moment, I didn’t care
if we were caught. I moved my hips into his harder, grunting with each thrust.
He sucked in air between his teeth, which caused me to be turned on even more.
Again, I jerked my hips into his. Our breathing became heavier, our sweaty
bodies molded against one another, and my nipples were hardened with desire.

The pleasure of it all, being with him, the thought of getting
caught, and the last two weeks of the teasing built again deep within me. My
body jerked against his as I convulsed for the second time around him. Tilting
my head, I placed my forehead on the nape of his neck. He gripped my chin and
shoved his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard. Thrusting his hips, he bit
down on my lip and groaned as he released himself deep inside me.

After a few minutes and with him still inside of me, we caught
our breath as he gently patted soft kisses along my lips. Once our heartbeats
came to a normal pace, Marcus gripped my chin and lifted it so that he could
look at me. “We are never fuckin’ going that long again. You understand?”
Nodding, I let out a sigh in contentment. I one-hundred percent agreed. “Good,
let’s go home, so we can do that again.” He winked.

CHAPTER NINE

MARCUS

I couldn’t help but smile as she giggled beneath me.
“Marcus, what are you doing?” Mia’s eyelids flashed opened. I playfully flexed
my hips into hers, and she let out another soft laugh. As she lay beneath me
unclothed, with the warmth of her skin pressed against mine and the way her
hair was tangled and tossed along the pillow, she was the most beautiful person
I had ever seen. Even first thing in the morning.

Mia reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, as she placed
her other hand on the side of my face. I brought her hand toward my lips,
trailing soft kisses on her palm and down to her inner wrist. Mia’s lips curled
into a huge grin. Smiling along with her, I continued to stare into her eyes. I
was intoxicated by her beauty, her scent, and, most of all, the love in those
eyes for me. Right there was where I wanted to be always. I’d never felt so
much peace in my life than when I was with her.

I lowered my head toward hers and traced my lips along the
softness along her jawline. Making my way toward her ear, I could feel the
goose bumps that formed along her skin. I kissed her in that sensitive spot
underneath her earlobe then slowly down the side of her neck until I reached
the middle of her collarbone. “Mmmh, I can never have enough of you.” I purred
along her skin. Her lips parted into a smile as she stretched beneath me.

“Well, I guess I should make you wait two weeks more often.”

I shook my head and groaned at the thought. “No more ridiculous
bets. You’re mine, completely. I’ll have you whenever and wherever I want.”

Shaking her head, she giggled again and then changed the subject.
“So what are we doing today?”

With my brows pressed together, I leaned in closer to her. “We’re
not going anywhere. I have plenty of things in mind that I have in store for
you, but they all involve you, me, and the bed all day.”

“So you’re keeping me hostage here? What if I get hungry?” She
asked as she batted her eyes innocently.

I gave her a crooked smile, “Well, if you get hungry, I have
something to fill that appetite.” I flexed my hips into her again.

“You. Are. Such. A. Guy!” She laughed.

“You know it, baby. Now come here.”

***

“Bro, is your dick swollen?”

“Fuck off, Jimmie.” I bit back as I opened the fridge door.

Bursting into a hard laugh, he put down the paper he was reading.
“I’m just saying you haven’t left your room all day. Fuck, I know Mia kept you
hanging for a while, but did you have to seriously nail her the entire day? Poor
girl.” He shook his head. “She probably won’t walk for the rest of the week.”

Annoyed by his remark, I shut the fridge door, turned around to
face him, and leaned against the counter as I snapped open a can of soda.
Taking a few sips, I pointed at him. “You’re jealous.”

Snorting, Jimmie shook his head as he folded the paper. “Trust me.
I’m not jealous.”

“When was the last time you got laid, Bro?”

He raised a brow and stood from his chair. “That’s none of your
fuckin’ business.”

Laughing once, I nodded. “Yeah, just as I suspected, you’re
jealous.”

“Whatever, man, are you able to still watch Elle tonight?”

Fuck. I’d forgotten about that. “Yeah man, what happened to that
Melissa chick. You know her actual sitter?”

Jimmie rubbed his palm over his face. “She started college,
remember?” Oh that’s right. He did mention that. “I’ve been looking for a new
sitter, but it’s fuckin’ hard to trust anyone nowadays.” He pressed his hands
down and leaned into the granite counter. “Look, if it’s too much to ask, I can
cancel my date with Jessica.”

Mockingly, I smiled. “Ah, Jessica’s her name, huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

After I gulped down the rest of the soda, I tossed the can into
the trash. “Nothing man, I just don’t see you as a ‘Jessica’ type.”

He raised a brow as he straightened his shoulders. I was starting
to get under his skin, and as a younger brother, I couldn’t help but find it
amusing. “And what
type
do you see me with?”

I shrugged. “Fuck if I know.”

“Whatever, man, are you able to watch Elle or not?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. Will someone be getting laid tonight?” I
wiggled my brows.

Before he could answer, Mia walked in. “Who’s getting laid
tonight?” She asked as she made her way toward us. She was wearing a pair of my
pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Although it was loose on her, she managed to make
it look completely sexy.

Jimmie shifted uncomfortably. I laughed at how awkward he felt
about the discussion around Mia, and I decided to fuck with him some more.
“Jimmie’s going on another date tonight
with Jessica.”

Mia’s smile brightened. She scooted onto one of the stools at the
end of the island, facing the both of us. “Ooh,
Jessica
, huh?”

I snorted. Jimmie glared at me, and I burst into a full-blown
belly-aching laugh. Jimmie tossed his arms in the air. “What’s wrong with the
name Jessica?”

Mia’s eyes switched from my laughing to Jimmie’s concerned
expression. “Nothing, it’s a cute name. I knew a Jessica once. She was really
sweet.” She shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. “We should all go on a double
date.”

My laughing stopped and I straightened. Jimmie whipped his head
in Mia’s direction. “We’ve never been on a double date.” I answered.

Jimmie nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s awkward. I live with
the dick. I rather not hang out with him too.”

“Fuck you.” I spat out.

Laughing, Mia ran a hand through her untamed hair and yawned.
“Well, maybe a triple date with Megan and Jeremy also. We can go to Club21 to
break the ice. Loud music and drinking?”

Jimmie looked as if he was actually considering the offer, and then
he shrugged. “I’ll ask her. Thanks, Mia.” He turned and faced me. Lifting his
hand, he flipped the bird. “Take care of my daughter, dickhead.” He sent me a
pointed glare, and without another word, he was gone.

After I shook my head, I went over to Mia. She turned on the
stool, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pressed her head against my chest.
I ran my fingers through her hair and began massaging her scalp.

“Mmh, that feels good.”

Smiling, I continued to massage her, tracing my fingers in
circular motions. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving.” She mumbled.

Laughing, I made my way down toward her shoulders and began
working my magic there. She tossed her head back. Her eyelids fluttered. “Ugh,
that feels good. I’m so sore.”

“I wonder why.” I flashed a grin.

She shook her head and smiled. “You’re too much.”

“Well, I’ve heard that too much is a good thing.”

Mia snorted and arched a brow mockingly. “Well, whoever said that
was clearly mistaken.”

Before I could reply, the doorbell rang. Mia, with a confused expression,
tilted her head toward the door. “Were you expecting anyone?”